Ah, Hardison brewed his own beer. Yeah, done incorrectly, it might be a crime.

Eliot didn't move or flinch - Good. Raylan would be very disappointed if that posturing folded like a cheap suit. Hazel eyes stayed locked and steady on Eliot's as Raylan took in a sense of how sincere those sentiments were.

"I'm worried about those skills gettin' put to use against the people here. I'd like to think you wouldn't, but I don't know you much from Adam. You seem like a nice guy," Raylan continued, with a glance up and down him, one hand gesturing out in the sentiment.

"I know what kinda.. skills guys like you come out with. We get a few in the Marshals Service." He knew what he was dealing with here, roughly. Tim, specifically, but he didn't know how the Rangers differed from Special Forces off the top of his head. Tim would, being the former of those listed.

"Place like Mathis, last thing anyone needs to have to worry about is someone we know twistin' the wrong way because they've got a wild hair."